A/N: These characters do not belong to me. This chapter's title comes from a song by She & Him of the same name. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story. I hope you enjoy the conclusion!

Chapter 4 I Was Made For You

Gibbs was so overwhelmed by the emotion of seeing Kate again that when he tried to say her name, all that came out was a choked whisper. She, too, was not succeeding in her similar attempt to keep her composure. Instead, she rushed across the room into the waiting arms of Gibbs and Ducky.

"I don't know what to say. I've missed you so much and I was so afraid this day would never come," Kate looked at them, with tears streaming down her face.

"Me, too," Gibbs whispered. "Me, too."

"Dear Caitlin," Ducky said through his own tears, "I cannot say how wonderful it is to have you back!"

Not even Vance or Agent Walters were dry-eyed. Gibbs was no longer concerned about hearing alarm clocks in the distance as he realized that this reunion was very unlike the one in his dream. Kate looked almost exactly as she had the last time they had seen one another. Her hair was the same color, only a little longer, and she wore an emerald green dress, not the purple one from the dream. There was no pressroom, elevator or jazz club involved. While the dream had been achingly fantastic, reality was by far better.

As soon as the initial shock and emotion had subsided, Kate had a question for Gibbs. "So, you're letting me back on your team, just like that?"

"Of course!" Gibbs laughed, for the first time in what felt like forever. "What else would I do?" Their eyes locked and at that moment they both understood that their relationship went far deeper than coworkers. They had each come to an awareness of their love for one another over the last six years. The expression they shared was not lost on Ducky or Vance.

Ducky checked his watch. "It's getting late, so I'd best be on my way home," he announced with a grin. "I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up to do. See you tomorrow, Caitlin!"

"See you tomorrow, Ducky," Kate replied, delighted by how good it felt to say those words.

"Agent Walters and I are headed back to the FBI offices," Vance said as he and the other man followed Ducky out of the room. Agent Walters turned to Gibbs and Kate and gave them a small smile as he knew she was certainly in good hands.

"I missed everyone," Kate said as soon as the door had closed and they were alone. "But you were the one I longed for." She was unsure whether or not she had said too much.

"I thought about you every day," Gibbs said, "and I have waited 72 months to tell you that I love you." He pulled her into his embrace and they shared a kiss far more passionate than the kiss in his dream.

"I love you, too," she said, never wanting to look away from his ocean-blue eyes.

"We can't stay here in Director Vance's office forever," Gibbs observed after a moment.

"Why don't you walk me back to my hotel?" Kate asked. "It's only a couple of blocks away. Some type of event is being held there tonight, so it's really busy and loud!"

"I know," Gibbs replied. "Vance insisted that I go, that is, until I got a certain phone call."

"Doesn't he know you at all?" Kate started to laugh. "It's common knowledge that you prefer your time away from work with your boat and a jar of bourbon."

That may be about to change, he thought, as they left the building.

The rain had stopped and it had become a beautiful moonlit night. As they walked, Gibbs said very little. Instead, he let Kate tell him whatever she felt ready to share about the last six years. She told him how many books she'd read and movies she'd watched during the first four years before being given the new identity of Liz Harris, assistant to one of the editors of the New York Times. But her true comfort had come from all the music that became her constant companion. Agent Walters had even invented a way to set up a secure wireless connection so she could discover and download music online. "I'll bet my music collection rivals that of DiNozzo's DVD's," she told Gibbs.

It was then that Gibbs decided to tell Kate about his dream, including the jazz club.

"I think we swapped dreams there, Gibbs," Kate said with a wistful expression. "Well, not literally, but there was this little jazz club, just a hole in the wall in New York, where I would go to listen to the local jazz groups after work at the Times. A few of the writers from the paper had formed a little combo and played there on occasion. They asked me to sing with them, but I always had to turn them down in order to keep a low profile. But the daydreams…"

"Got into my own dreams," Gibbs finished. He promised himself that he would take her there one day, if she wanted.

"Exactly," Kate replied as they arrived at the hotel. "Well, we're here." She was disappointed that their walk had ended so soon, although she knew there would be many more.

Gibbs left, a different man than the one who had first arrived at the hotel earlier that night. Where the night had begun with despair, it had ended with hope. Although he knew that Kate would need time to adjust back into her old life, he also knew that they would be a part of each others' futures forever.

THE END